in a distracted way
cradled in her arms.
She gets us to think
meaning and metaphor.
It is an oversized fatty tumour;
that is the best way to describe
on two feet,
It is only after ten minutes
of, trying to understand
why, when she talks
she moves her pig; (she, is the pig’s voice)
From describing the imagery of fat –
the psychological ins and outs of eating
she moved-on to
Psychology of pigs,
in factory farming
with eating disorders.
A teenage girl listening, looked in pain;
I could almost taste her disinterest.
It was a shame we couldn’t get to see the tapir skeleton
or the pickled marmosets.